Three Line Poetry

Issue 59

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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Maggie Iribarne
A dusting of snow
Skimming the surface
Hiding the mud, roots below

Emory Jones
In their ermine stoles
Young pine trees take their curtain calls
Against winter skies.

Reed Wilder
Dark circles under bright eyes.
I've never seen her
sleep at night

Philip Byrne
No clattering sea can seize the whirly
lagoon fronds, their balletic tendrils
billow and bow in delight.

Hannah Brading
Zoo camels munch grass
And stare beyond
The concrete highway.

Carey Jobe
Plodding snow, weary,
I rest in the stubborn shade--
summer's last leaf.

Lisa Taylor
along the seawall
manatees glide unnoticed
two parallel worlds

Duane Anderson
Acres of thoughts roll across my mind
all of them planted
too few harvested

Melissa Laussmann
cloudless evening
one thousand stars aglow
plum blossoms

Sheila Murphy
tinned smoked trout
on low-carb crackers
bachelor party of one

Edward Ahern
damp charcoal morning
chill malingers in eddies
crocuses shiver

Olivia Hajioff
Glossy moonwhite deer bones
licked clean by those long gone.
Life unseen.

Adam Disbrow
Morning orchestra
Light rays through clouds in motion
Cerulean blue

C L Killgore
Warm coffee, wild dogs, bleary eyes
A carpet of morning dew shimmers
Little bird sings to me

Tim Gavin
Before light I loosen and gather
fragments of an unnamed whole
where my being arrives settled

Tom Husson
The dove carries the olive
branch but leaders restrict
a runway for safe landing.

Rachel Zempel
dandelion fluff
exhale—seeds carrying
dreams into the universe

Terri Glass
Spring rain, pink moon
fawn lilies sprout in forest
drinking in the light

Adele Wegner
rainy mud-smudged petals fall
decay and rebirth, their voices sing
a wild fierce surrender

Robert Hunt
elevated subway train
penetrates metropolitan dusk
fleeting New York silhouette

Nicholas Gentile
street musician
chipped tip jar
overflowing moonlight

Lynette Esposito
Black swans
shadow the calm lake
before midnight.

Katie Dunbar
Wind flows, as old as mother earth,
wafts through grass, flirts with leaves.
But has that vigor slowed of late?

Lynn Assimacopoulos
I drank my coffee and burned my tongue,
one thought came to me as I sat...
morning once a day....grateful for that.

Deirdre Fagan
Cinnamon hots & a single food stamp
Sweating cha-ching & a tilted smile
Yield: 80 cents or paper on a roll

Christa Planko
Sunday wheels hum along pastoral roads,
white-fleeced sheep gather under the sun
We arrive, fold into the familiar flock

GTimothy Gordon
Aroused by dawn, sharp-pronged Organs
hover over wet-fresh wildflower splay,
summer lovers, scorched desert dreams.

Dave Earnhardt
ant volcanoes
on sidewalk cracks—
you never call.

Claire Scott
every laugh an abandonment, every bite
a betrayal, leaving my son alone
his body blue, so blue

Kerry Rawlinson
tracers weave red threads in the quilt
of night. bodybag makers wear thin--
they can’t keep up with the figures.

Terrance James
Stations of the Cross recall
the Son of God's travail; cobblestones
ache and moan in the heart of Israel

Dave Gregg
Autumn's sweet light floods the room
The red and gold of roasted hues
Like the color of a man stuck in fall

Dean Miller
I have seen snow on the sand
In the desert of Nevada
Where footprints never appear

Colleen Anderson
lunar odyssey
the dark side reveals its face
craters yawn and wink

Emsi
Breathe me in; keep me tucked in safely.
Let me bloom, spread my scent around.
My new home, yes, you are.

Sharlene Guth
Little mouse curls its body underground.
Tiny heart beats like a prayer.
Will the fox feed tonight.

Gail Greenwood
orange poppies--
bright rags polish
the setting sun

Lianne Kamp
everything sounds foreign now
echoing in the canyon you left behind
translated before it can reach my ears

Joshua Shumak
Thread pulls bead to bead
Pattern forms without speaking
Knowledge lives in repetition

Elliot Diamond
paper straw—
giving up
slowly

Suzanne Cottrell
Vibrant greens dull yellows to browns
Parched land, ripe tinder, fires banned
Daily prayers for measurable rain

Robert Baldwin
Campfire flames,
Reaching up, burning down ––
Cold stars overhead

J. Russell Schneider
I walk the places where you and I met.
A paradise to no other,
Where you and I wept.

Holly Ward
August's small artists.
The sun brings out their chalk art.
Soon the rain will come.
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